Sirella’s POV The palace was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Most of the warriors were stationed outside, preparing for the next move against Alpha Salvatore. Tension filled the air, thick enough to choke on. The failed assassination attempt on Alpha Donovan had shaken everyone, though no one would admit it out loud. Whoever had tried to kill him had inside information—details only someone close to the palace would know. A traitor. Keiran had been distant all morning, slipping away without a word. That usually meant he was hunting. I didn’t need him to tell me what he was doing. He was looking for the one who had betrayed Donovan. And if Keiran was looking, that meant blood would be spilled by the end of the night. I should have stayed in my room. Laid low. But I couldn’t. Not when I knew something big was happening. I moved quickly through the halls, keeping my steps light. The farther I went, the fewer servants I saw. Most of them didn’t dare venture near the eastern wing—
Sirella’s POV The first time I felt it, I thought I was losing my mind. I had been in the training yard, watching Keiran sharpen his blade. The way his hands moved, the slow, deliberate drag of steel against stone—it should have been nothing. Just a simple act. But then something inside me twisted. The urge came so fast, so sharp, that I nearly gasped. I wanted to take the dagger from his hands. Not to hold it. Not to train with it. To drive it into someone’s throat. I clenched my fists, trying to shove the thought away. It wasn’t mine. It didn’t belong to me. Keiran’s voice snapped me back to reality. “You’re doing it again.” I turned, finding him staring at me. His eyes were sharp, unreadable. “Doing what?” I forced my voice to stay even. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood, flipping the dagger in his hand before tossing it at me. I caught it by reflex. The weight felt wrong, too familiar. Keiran stepped closer, lowering his voice. “The Moon Bane doesn’t j
Sirella’s POV The attack came fast. One second, I was slipping through the halls, trying to stay out of sight. The next, the walls shook with the force of something slamming into the palace. Shouts rang through the corridors. Footsteps pounded against the stone floors. I spun around, heart hammering. I needed to move. I took off down the hall, keeping low, keeping quiet. I didn’t know who had attacked—Salvatore’s men, rogue warriors, someone else entirely—but I knew one thing. If I got caught in the middle of it, I wouldn’t have time to ask. A sudden grip on my arm nearly made me scream. A hand clamped over my mouth, pulling me back into the shadows. I thrashed instinctively, but then I caught the scent. Keiran. He dragged me through a side door, shutting it quickly behind us. The room was small—barely more than a cramped storage space, stacked with old crates and supplies. The only light came from a thin crack beneath the door. I swallowed hard, my back pressing
Sirella’s POVThe palace felt like it was holding its breath.Tension sat thick in the halls, heavier than the aftermath of the attack. People moved carefully, speaking in hushed voices, eyes darting around like they expected another hit to come at any moment.Something was wrong.I felt it in my gut.And when I saw Keiran striding down the corridor, his expression like stone, I knew I wasn’t the only one.He didn’t look at me as he passed. But I caught the slight shift in his stance, the way his hand hovered just above his weapon.He was on edge.Something was about to happen.I followed him.The TraitorThe confrontation happened in one of the smaller council chambers.When I stepped inside, my stomach twisted.Beta Roland.One of Damien’s closest men. Someone who had fought beside him for years, who had been there when we were together, when I was still blind to what the world really was.He was the traitor.He stood in the middle of the room, arms bound behind him, his face pale b
Sirella’s POVThe message came at dawn.A sealed letter, slipped under my door. No name, no signature. But I didn’t need one.I knew who it was from.My father.I unfolded the paper with stiff fingers, my heart pounding before I even read the words.Kill Damien. Now.Or I’ll take someone you care about.I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting.Salvatore had warned me this day would come. I had agreed to it, had accepted the Moon Bane’s mission.But standing here now, the order staring back at me in black ink…It felt different.Because now, I knew what this meant.I knew what I was taking away.And worse—I knew who my father would take from me if I didn’t obey.The ThreatI found Keiran outside.He was standing near the training grounds, watching a group of warriors spar. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable.I walked straight to him, gripping the letter so hard it crumpled.“We need to talk.”His eyes flicked down to the letter, then back to me. He didn’t move. “Go ahead.”
Sirella’s POVThe palace was alive with music and laughter.Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting light over the grand hall. Lords and warriors moved through the space, drinking, talking, pretending this was just another gathering—not a distraction before war.Alpha Donovan sat at the head of the room, dressed in black and gold, his presence commanding. He barely spoke, just watched. Watched everyone.Including me.I moved between guests, balancing a tray of wine goblets, keeping my head down. Playing the role I was meant to play. The servant. The invisible girl.But I wasn’t invisible tonight.I felt the weight of eyes on me.Keiran stood near the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. He hadn’t said a word to me since this morning. Since my father’s threat.And then there was Damien.He was in the center of the room, leaning too close to a blonde warrior, whispering something in her ear. She laughed, tilting her head back, exposing her throat.He knew I was wat
Sirella’s pov The moment the war was declared, everything changed.The halls of the palace, once filled with quiet tension, erupted into chaos. Warriors rushed to their posts, servants whispered in fear, and the weight of what was coming settled over us all like a storm cloud ready to break.I stood near the grand hall, watching Alpha Donovan address his strongest fighters. His voice was calm, controlled—too controlled. He had planned for this. He had been waiting.“This is no longer a game of politics,” he said. “Alpha Salvatore has made his move, and we will answer with fire.”The men around him roared in agreement.My stomach twisted.Keiran stood in the corner, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t looked at me since last night. Since he walked away.I didn’t have time to think about that now.Because in the middle of all of this, Damien made his move.It happened fast.One second, Donovan was speaking. The next, a loud crash shook the palace. The heavy doors swung o
SirelIa’s povI barely saw Damien move. One second, I was charging. The next, I was on the ground, my head ringing, pain exploding in my ribs.“You don’t get to stop me,” Damien growled, standing over me. “Not this time.”His boot pressed against my chest. Just enough to make it hard to breathe.Keiran roared, slamming into him, sending us both sprawling. They rolled across the bloodstained floor, blades flashing.I forced myself to sit up. My vision blurred. The Moon Bane’s scent was still thick in the air, clawing at my mind.Kill. Kill. Kill.I clenched my fists, trying to push the urge away.Across the room, Donovan was holding his own, cutting through Damien’s men like a man possessed. But his forces were thinning. They were losing.And Damien—Damien was laughing.“You can’t win,” he spat, pushing Keiran back. His eyes were too bright, his body too steady despite the wounds he had taken.Keiran panted, gripping his blade tighter. “You took too much.”Damien grinned. “Maybe.” He
Donovan’s povI walked into my throne room that morning. The heavy doors opened as I approached, and a slant of the coming winter sun crossed before me to lay its brightness on the far wall. I looked in that direction without interest or pleasure.Three generals were drawn up there, waiting.“Good morning, Alpha,” they all bowed and said.I walked slowly with my boots tapping on the marble floor. I reached my seat and sat down on my black throne and kept one leg over the other.“Well?” I said, looking at the man to the far left. “Report.”One of my generals, a tall guy with a scar across his chin, stepped forward to speak. “We’ve reached battlefield contact, Alpha. We’ve established our camps. The troops are prepared.”I nodded. “And Salvatore?”“We haven’t seen him yet,” another general said. “But reports say he is close. They are setting their own camps as well.”“Setting camps,” I scoffed. “He might as well be laying his deathbed because I’ll make sure this isn’t like before. I’ll
Sirella’s povI woke up that morning with a burdened heart. My chest felt constricted and my hands were icy, though it wasn’t from the chill. I just had so much on my mind.I wanted so much to talk to Kieran at least once before he would get to the war and start fighting. Already I was missing him, I just needed to hold him even if it was just for a few seconds. He was the only one who could make me feel okay. At least while all this war was going on, I just wanted to know how to go through this tough time without even thinking of the sad times we were going through.I strolled the room, the world beyond the door was hushed, unnaturally so.Something would happen, I could feel it. Deep in my bones I knew something heavy was about to happen. I didn’t know what but I knew that it would be something big.I couldn’t stop the war, but I could be able to help in the little way I could.I looked out of my window to see so many warriors still leaving for the war with Donovan and his son Dami
Authors povThe march had begun.Wolves padded through the forest in a silent train, barely stirring the leaves as they traveled single-file behind their Alpha, Salvatore. The war was upon them. Hot breath streamed from their nostrils making white puffs that hung in the stagnant air. No one spoke, their thoughts too occupied with what was coming.Salvatore was proud of this movement. Minus the last time he had attacked, this would be an official battle that would drive those idiots to the edge and he would have the chance to take them down. He smiled within himself as he knew that there was no use in lying to himself. He would make sure they regretted coming to him for anything. He would destroy them.But Kieran had other plans.He stopped walking and dropped back until he was near the rear of the group. Then he walked up to Salvatore, his voice low.“Alpha, I have to leave. There’s something important I need to do.”Salvatore turned, his eyes narrow slits. He couldn’t believe that h
Kieran’s POVThe cheers in the war room were still ringing in my ears. My face stayed neutral, but inside, I felt sick.They had no idea.None of them did.Not Salvatore. Not his trusted generals.And yet they all clapped for me, thinking I was one of them.I stared at the map again, the valley, the forest… the places I had just mentioned.I was marking death zones — but not for the people they thought.Everything I said in that room would help my allies, not Salvatore’s army.“Excellent idea,” Salvatore said with a slight smirk, standing and clapping my shoulder. “You’re sharp, Kieran. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”I forced a smile.I wanted to punch him.But not yet.Later that NightThe packhouse was quiet, except for the guards at the doors and the distant hoot of an owl. I moved quietly down the hallway, my footsteps light on the stone floors.My room was dark when I entered, just how I liked it. But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t. Not with the war coming.I sat at my d
Authors povThe generals slapped Kieran on the back.Warriors grinned and shouted his name. But Kieran only smiled a little.Inside, he had plans of his own.He wasn’t really fighting for Salvatore. He was just humoring him.Everyone went on to talk but said nothing important.Meanwhile, in Donovan’s territory...Inside Donovan’s war room, the tension was palpable.There was a large map on the wall.Candles were burning.Donovan sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed.Beside him stood his son, Damien.The war Generals, strong wolves with cold eyes, were around them.“Let’s begin.” Donovan said.One of the generals opened a scroll.“My Alpha,” he said, bowing, “the spies have all returned.“And what did they discover?” Donovan asked quietly.The general pointed at the map.“They found Salvatore’s traps in the forest. They found guards by the river. But they also found a weak spot.”“A weak spot?” Donovan asked, leaning forward.“Yes, here,” the general said and he pointed to
Kieran’s povI snuck out of the barn, as silent as I possibly can as I made my way walking and slightly jogging.I got to the edge of the pack and zipped away with my super speed. The trees blurred by as I moved without holding back.I had to get out of Donovan's land and fast. I ran, and ran until I found myself at the borderlands between my pack's territory.I didn’t stop there either. I kept moving until I saw an old broken-down building far ahead.It was dark and there were no people around, perfect.As I ran, I got a call from someone as I halted and listened to the call. The allies I had sent messages to were at the building waiting for me. Good.I then walked up to the building and I noticed a couple of shadowy figures standing at.They were not moving, their gaze anchored to the shadows.I approached them with stealthy steps.They saw me and relaxed a little. “You made it,” one of them said.“Yeah,” I panted. “I’m here.”“And no one saw you?”“No,” I said. “I’ve been careful.
Sirella’s povI could feel their eyes on me all throughout the day as I got out of my room after having my bath. I knew some of the guards watched and followed me and I knew who had sent them.Even when I went to my room, sometimes I’d hear footsteps outside.I knew they had been sent by Donovan.The trust was gone. He didn't believe me anymore.And he wanted to follow me, to see if I made a mistake.I kept my head low, pretending not to see them.I was careful about everything I did.Finally the day got over. I was sitting in my room on my bed with an open useless book, just pretending to read it.The house was quiet now.Most of the wolves were asleep.Even the guards had relaxed a little, but I knew they were still there, hiding in the dark corners.Then my phone vibrated.I jumped a little.I quickly grabbed it and checked the screen.Kieran.My heart started to race.I opened the message. “I’m at the barn. Come.”I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise.It was risky but I h
Sirella’s povI as sirella sat on the dusty floor. Cracks lined the walls and I admired how quiet it was here. It was always cold and dark. That’s what I loved most about this place. I held the phone in my hand tightly as I called Kieran. My hands were shaking a little but I still pinched myself every now and then to be more confident in myself.Finally, after a few rings, he picked up. “Sirella?” Kieran’s voice came through the phone. It sounded worried.“Hey, I’m here,” I said as I looked around to make sure no one was listening.“Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s going on?”I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes for a moment.How could I tell him? How could I tell him what I had witnessed? How could I tell him Donovan and Damien were more evil than we realized? I was already tired of saying that to him and I was sure he knew.“I’m alright,” I said after a second, keeping my voice steady."Sirella," Kieran said slowly, like he didn't believe me. "Don't lie to me." "I'm not lyin
Kieran’s povI stabbed my fork into the meat harder than I needed to.I couldn’t get Donovan and how he was doing things in his pack out of my head.At first I had my doubts; perhaps he was just another greedy alpha like so many of the others. But now… now I knew something was deeper wrong. Stealing wolves? He was clearly using them against their wills.The way he acted.The way he smiled too much.The way he always had to be in control of everything and everyone around him. It made my skin crawl.I exhaled and lowered my fork.I glanced at my hands.I thought of Sirella and thought of her bruises I had seen.Bruises that appeared as if she’d been manhandled, thrown, injured.I haven’t asked her about it yet. I pushed it aside.Maybe I just didn’t want to hear her lie.Or maybe I just wasn’t ready to hear the truth.Something bad was happening to her and she was keeping it from me.“Why, Sirella?” I whispered to myself. “Why are you keeping secrets?”I sat back in the chair and rubbe